Gunplay

I'm sittin at the table, countin' my moneyAin't where I wanna be but I got a few hundredsA lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' meWell, that's somethin' I gotta seeIs it how my chain swings? Tired of ma faceTellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and rapedSimilar to da mob, deeper than a rapAll you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tappedBullet in my head, bullet in my chestYeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my successTo be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelinHundred rounds in da drumNiggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the softNiggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick offI'ma boss champagne with the steakPink rose jay sittin' ace by da caseBrisco line, 2 young niggas, what it doHe gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her throughThat's love, we go back to the blue houseAnd if she bad enough, may take her to da new houseMy Maserati be da new bodyGot your girl panties wetter than a pool partyI got her sleepin' in the king sizeLast night I had tha bitch sittin' ring sideYou wanna go that route, go thereI been on this road before(Uh, huh)I know gunplay, you know gunplay(Yeah)I'm shootin for the win but ready for the lossBoth bags on the tip on my fingerYellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)When I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)Ain't thinkin' 'bout timeAin't thinkin' 'bout mineAin't thinkin' bout dyingMy nigga so street, my swisha so sweetAll this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleepSpeculations on my deal, it was over ten milBlowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal throughBeat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder IncI erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the minkLook dead in her eye, it's da end of the roadIn the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more doughSmell the Christian Dior, I used to be poorWhen you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leorBoobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's realYou can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killedBrisco line to young nigga, what it doSaid he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em throughThat's love, we go back to da blue houseAnd if he brought enough I may buy me a new houseYou wanna go that route, go thereI been on this road before(Uh, huh)I know gunplay, you know gunplay(Yeah)I'm shootin for the win but ready for the lossBoth bags on the tip on my fingerYellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)When I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)Ain't thinkin' 'bout timeAin't thinkin' 'bout mineAin't thinkin' bout dyingNigga how I'm livin', damn near dyingFor every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout thatI aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhymeI shoot a nigga shit on a rhymeWanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat niggaNever seen a laptop in da projects niggaJust powder, cut with comet, fuck them comicsConvicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' itThen don't get a nigga fired up behind sumFuck shit, ma nigga don't want thisWho dat, who dat behind the curtainI'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggasHiding behind money, hiding behind luxuryI see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shitIt's getting' ugly, got torch on the lineSaid he got a couple nuns, I told himGrab two koo, bring 'em on throughYou wanna go that route, go thereI been on this road before(Uh, huh)I know gunplay, you know gunplay(Yeah)I'm shootin for the win but ready for the lossBoth bags on the tip on my fingerYellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)When I'm swingin' dat iron(Dat iron)Ain't thinkin' 'bout timeAin't thinkin' 'bout mineAin't thinkin' bout dying